jesse with the nightA Poem by ShirlenaI couldn't sleep last night so...
found out Jesse wasn’t squeamish of sapphire girls felt like dreaming…those where he’s in the house but you can’t exchange pheromones with him…doesn’t realize you’re waiting for application in adjacent rooms awakened by chasm of empty ambiance…before the next few hours
forced from a resentful bed…it was the batting lamp with a monitor for a head transmitting him into the middle of thermostat hums and semi-precious dusk professional women raising their dresses impressing with thigh to straddle Jesse…Jesse looking right as polished cherry wood
women 20 years his junior wanting a piece of experience cause Jesse should…Jesse suggested love to Indigo hinting they might become limbs twisted in navy opaque ovoid commence laying intricate carpet when times are ripe incited jealousy wanting him to see my face amidst the half darkness
I was the one who couldn’t recover from delirium… his series of detection and correcting illegal sins chosen to keep me in a state of arabesque eyes fixed… a pillow to elevate the concentrated reactions study every inclination…comforting decadent pleasure in my element
we will meet another restless bout… next paradise marathon… ruggedly enticing Mr. Jesse Stone as I must mostly always…always have you on
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